[ With his morbid tone of voice, many would have assumed Rex's compliment was sarcasm or that his 'huhn' of a quiet laugh was more of a sneer than a sign of being pleased. Lin at least knows him well enough on the former. The latter... Rex doesn't know. ]

Strictly speaking, I'm scruffier than usual.

[ What with normally shaving each day. It grows fast and thick. He could probably have a full beard in a month if he wanted to- it'd be a useful trait if he wasn't so distinctive in other ways. He could grow it, do something he didn't want to be associated with him and get rid of it. Unfortunately, there aren't enough 7'4 men with permanent dark rings around their near black eyes that the beard ploy does him any good.

His eyes follow Lin's fingers for the tour, but when it's done he walks up to the window and looks out with a slow sweeping gaze- still some sunlight to burnt, but not for much longer. That's fine. That was always the plan. ]

...Do you have any milk?

[ He sounds less hopeful than even he usually does. He knows more than 90% of Chinese people are lactose intolerant and Japanese people don't fare much better. His normal comfort indulgence of dairy isn't so easily sated here. ]

If not, just a glass of water would be pleasant, thank you.

[ He says it without looking away from the view- it is very nice. ]